The Wistful Saga
The dream starts with the sound of water hitting limestone, a rhythmic, hollow thud that you can feel in your teeth before you hear it with your ears. You are standing in the ruins of a cathedral that shouldn’t exist, a structure built of grey stone so old it looks like it has been there since the earth cooled, rising out of a fog so thick it has the texture of wool. It is a place of...
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